In fact, the 26-year-old predicts a rather ominous ending to their tiff, which apparently has something to do with Rihanna (or “the woman,” as he calls her), telling the magazine:

I don’t want my name to be synonymous with that guy’s name. I really don’t. I wish we could sit down, just like you and me are right now, and talk it out man-to-man. But that’s not going to happen. I’m not confrontational, but if someone challenges, I’m not going to back down. It’s embarrassing, the amount of media coverage. Two rappers fighting over the woman. He’s not even a rapper, but still, it’s the last way you want your name out there. It distracts from the music. But he’s made me the enemy, and that’s the way it’s gonna stay, I guess. If I think about it too much, I feel it wrapping around my foot, like I get a feeling it could end really badly.

Great!

In the meantime, Drake can always seek shelter in his sprawling, 7,500 square-foot mansion in the San Fernando Valley. And why wouldn’t he? According to the profile, the house, which his “boys” call “Disneyland,” has everything from an air-conditioned doghouse to its very own “Safari Room.” (I’m pretty sure none of those things actually exist at the real Disneyland, but whatever.)